Self-Portrait after Adam Zagajewski Between dead heading the liliespicking blueberriesand arranging the fruit plate,half my July morning passes.My village is not strange to me.I have not...

Ode to the Analog Age Praise the newspaper tossed each morning by a boy on a bicycle, ink of newsprint, thinness of paper. Praise phone booths...

WHERE ARE THE SUPERHEROES?A jubilant time, the era of the superhero,that decade when a vital young President,rejuvenated by a medical breakthrough,laid down plans for...

The night before I have not met you yetbut I knowyou will be herein the morning.I am waiting.So are you.Will you rememberyour creationmade of trust...

This Little Slice of Life This little slice of lifewhere morning mango melts on the tipof your tongue so used to the tasteof sweet-sounding birds...

Immaculate Ruins It begins with a stranger’s cautious agreementto get lost for a while in the ruins of you, playing sentinel from the love seat’s worn...

- after Marcellus Williams they killed him in a Missouri jail yesterday. they took his grey beard & bald head. yesterdaythey rained death upon a...

21st Century American Birthday You know you’ve made itas a consumer and a modern Americanwhen the bulk of your birthday texts and emailsare automated. Happy birthday...

PEONY BUD a sphere as roundas earth     multifoliate— petals foldedinto possibilities ovate leaves the backdropwaxy with the future— jade pigment—the outlines capture impatiencelike waiting rain the main event—the pink of...

My Mother Sizes Me You come to me shaking, cradling tissuein your palm so carefully that I didn’t recognizeyour softness, open to me for once....